Prepping the pool, take twelve
Oddly enough, this long weekend coasted into the station. No sudden rush to get things done (on my part). No time spent wishing that the lead time would go by faster. I’m relaxed and it shows.
Oh, there’s been a couple of incidents of epitaxis recently, but that doesn’t worry my spirit. I’m on that long glide toward summer vacation, and the few weeks left will go by.
The pool is filled; even though my municipal rules say even days only, no Saturdays permitted, I took the chance that the water police would be busy elsewhere with the walkway washers. After all, they travel on bicycles. Just a few decimeters and the job was done. Now to try and clean out a winter of accumulated crudge, and find some way to convince starlings that this is dangerous territory. Given that a pair have taken up residence in one of the house air vents, I might have to go for heavy artillery. My poor plastic owl doesn’t terrify anything.
The kids have a new videogame, which uses a familiar engine. The difference: this is a horse opera, and the sound of gunfire involves Sharps and six shooters. Pony express period. I think it’s funny. Almost as if the gamers had discovered something new and astonishing. No, saddle horses rarely have high speed collisions. No, they can’t skid and burn rubber.
In hockey, the Montreal team won last evening. To read the headlines in the Gazette, you’d believe they had discovered scoring (at last) and that the Cup was in the bag. Just a thought here; one win does not a series guarantee.
